It's 2 am,
and I welcome in a formal madame.
Madame Darkness,
that fills my soul, my mind.
A darkness that isn't black nor blind.
We walk hand in hand,
Madame with a specific plan.
She lures out my tears,
lets me know that no one cares.
I've done this for years,
cause she never disappears.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
It's 2 am,
and I welcome in a formal madame.
Madame Darkness,
that fills my soul, my mind.
A darkness that isn't black nor blind.
We walk hand in hand,
Madame with a specific plan.
She lures out my tears,
lets me know that no one cares.
I've done this for years,
cause she never disappears.